...although i don't particularly like watching puddles gather rain.
I am posting now in a fit of jealous moroseness (tho with a twinkle in my
eye) because everyone is going to the b&s gigs this spring 'cept me. I was
in a dream for several hours last Thursday, planning flights to New York and
Philadelphia, bus-rides to Georgia, (tessering to Texas?) but then was woken
up by the simple equation: no money + no time = no concerts. Maybe next time
(this being what I said last time).
Such is life. People will post set-lists, and then maybe I'll program my CD
player with the appropriate songs and insert suitable cheering, dancing, and
witty banter. Hey, at least this way I'll get to be the girl who goes up
onstage.
Lots of people were talking about depression for awhile and then Gina
mentioned _Infinite Jest_, which I thought was appropriate. It contains
(among other things) one of the most harrowing and eye-opening descriptions
of depression I've ever read:
"It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we
know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a
feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of
poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is
a nausea of the cells and soul."
...and David Foster Wallace goes on like that for a while. I know it's
probably a grossly overdramatic and oversimplified description, but when I
first read that, I found myself in awe of people who experience It and yet
_somehow_ find within themselves the strength to go on and the belief that
things do get better. I hope I don't offend anyone with my presumption here,
but I just wanted to say Wow.
Wow.
I love things that give me perspective. Like the above. Like this list. Like
that time freshman year when I walked down Prospect St. at sunset, kicking
up fallen leaves on a beautiful New England autumn afternoon, and was struck
with the simple but overwhelming sense that it's good to be alive! Like the
next day, when I tried to communicate the feeling to my freshman counselor,
and she gave me a "how sweet and naïve" look.
I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. :)
Love,
Aruni
PS Mark's household tip--don't let girls use your shower--while appreciated,
is somewhat impractical for me, and probably about half of sinister. Revised
suggestion: comb your hair before taking a shower, which eliminates the icky
hair clogs. Trust me. I have perhaps 3 feet of hair on my head, and it
works. ;)
PPS Ken said
>it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my
eighth millennium!
and then asked us to calculate his birthday. But unless they redefined
millenium when I was sleeping, you need to clarify: 7955 or 7995?
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